Through Dark Storms (Beneath Black Sails, #4)

by Clare Sager

Her gift in his. She’d said his was there inside hers, too. And hadn’t it happened as they’d made love? Had they inadvertently performed this ‘bonding ritual’?

“A ship is safe at shore, but that’s not what ships are built for. Your heart is the same.”

“Are you close, Love?”

Damn i love knigh

“So, let me get this straight. You have indeed taken your dowry and used it to buy The Morrigan under the mistaken belief that I needed saving.”

“It’s no secret that I love him, yes, but he and I make an incredible team—you’ve seen us at the helm together and in a fight.” “And we’ve heard you in your cabin,” someone shouted.

Hahahaha

He is my complement, my match in drive and determination, and my opposite in the things I lack. He’s my partner in crime, and I want him to be my partner in captaincy.”

“I meant everything I said out there. I want you at my side, not above or below me.” “Shame.” “Later,” she whispered,

“You cry. You feel. This isn’t weak. This is living. This is loving.”

She reminded us to temper intellect with kindness, to marry firmness with fairness, and to always, always sing.”

“And yet you only found it when you needed it for the right reasons.”

After lightning had fired from her finger so precisely, she tried a different method of communication with this crew. Holding still and focused, she thought the words she couldn’t say in this form at the worn planks of the deck, pulled crackling energy from herself and— Buzz, snap. Thin threads of lightning traced across the deck, spelled out letters and faded, leaving them burned into the timber.

this is just silly

leviathan.

Im on this side of tik tok

and letters scorched across it, spelling the same message. Abandon ship!

I hate this

Mama was gone; he couldn’t lose George, too, for his sake as well as Isabel’s.

For godz sake let him go